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Excerpt from my novel- Pincher skidded to a halt and the front end of the Crown Vic cracked the garage door. He got out and marched to the front door and hammered a loud continuous knock. He yelled, Veto get your fucking ass over here! That whore Crystal set me up!
Inside the house going over business Veto looked into his homeboy Bat's eyes and watched him acknowledge the sound of the police engine as it pulled up and voiced, It sounds like a cop.
They heard the vehicle skid and the house shook with the impact. Bat popped up and ran for the backyard and Veto ran to the front door. At the peep hole Veto breathed a sigh of relief recognizing Pincher. His sigh disappeared, replaced by rage as he heard Pincher disrespecting his wife. He saw Bat's brown hair cropped low, then his steely brown eyes rushing Pincher from behind.
Bat rushed in like a Navy Seal and caught the invader in mid knock around the neck in a choke hold and repeated knee chops to the back of the invader's legs at an angle until the invaders weight was only on the choke hold. Bat rushed his legs backward run dragging his adversary in a small circle until he held a limp unconscious body.
Veto opened the front door and helped carry Pincher inside. They dragged him into the basement and Veto felt the pressure of the moment overwhelm his being.
Pincher began to regain consciousness and started moaning. He started to crawl off the ground. Veto let him get up and said, My wife's name will never come out of your filthy mouth again!
Bat watched Veto pounce. He threw the intruder into the wall and leaned into a barrage of right hand, left hand combinations until the intruder slumped back to the ground. Bat got into the action and both gangsters landed kicks and stomps to the again unconscious body. Veto kicked the back of Pincher's head, forcing his face into the wall and saw red. He flushed out images of Chuco's face in a violent outburst of therapy toward all that was wrong with this kind of life until he caught himself at the edge of death. He left Pincher hanging by a thread and stopped. He looked for Bat who must have run inside the house.
Bat ran inside and thought, every fucking time I visit L.A from Riverside I'm putting in work! Next time I'm having the L.A Reps come to me!
Veto watched Bat return with his container of acid and shook his head in the negative. We aren't killing this one brother. This is an undercover gang and narcotic cop.
Bat looked at the task-force-gooners face. It was swollen and bloodied to the point it was unrecognizable. Youre right. We should just let him go so he can bring back a helicopter to watch 50 of his Task Force brothers and the S.W.A.T Teams surround this house. I thought this was supposed to be the Safe House no one knew about!
Veto's poker face didn't show an emotion as he realized how out of control circumstances were. How did Pincher find this house?
Bat asked, Have you ever used cell phones with G.P.S?
I only use walkie-talkies.
Do you have a G.P.S on any of your cars?
Bat knew he had one in the Town Car and studied Veto's face in a gangster evaluation.
Veto knew Bat knew he had G.P.S in the Town Car and admitted he did while sifting through to the exact moment he'd blown the residence. A day after he met Pincher he punched in an address to an Orange County destination to meet one of the most respected Mobsters in the organization. He was right up there with Topo and Bat. He was referred to as only S.
Bat urged, Come on little brother. Let me help you put the fire out before it spreads!
Veto ran it all down.
Pincher woke up and realized the moaning noise he was hearing was coming from his mouth. He looked up at Veto and another Mexican. The other Mexican had a blue bandanna tied over his face just below the eyes that were covered by black sunglasses murder one style. Behind the gangsters Pincher saw a stockpile of weapons. He recognized a Ruger 10/22 rifle with a ten round rotary magazine, a .30 Caliber M-1 Carbine with a pistol grip and foldout stock, two A.K. 47 Assualt Rifles and a Heckler and Kock 9 mm Assault Rifle probably loaded with Glazer rounds. He watched Veto move the big screen T.V on rollers right in front of him.
On the screen he watched himself shoot up his first shot of speed.
Pincher felt his head ringing and his face swelling as the video ended. He started crying. Through his tears he studied the Mexican wearing the blue bandanna and felt the evilness, lack of sympathy and disgust radiating his way and thought, he wants me dead. I better say sorry! With his voice cracking and his chest heaving he groveled, Veto I'm sorry I disrespected your wife...I didn't know what I was doing, that speed fucked my head up!
Bat had taken the leadership role with Veto to problem solve while Pincher was unconscious. The plan was to play bad gangster good gangster. Bat was going to stay true to his identity, a stone cold ruthless killer-Bad Gangster- and Veto was going to take Pincher's side-Good Gangster.
Bat lived his part. I think we should give this rat an acid bath!
Veto acted like he was deciding and went from staring into Pincher's eyes, to looking into Bat's like he was the shot-caller. No brother, Pincher is a good friend of mine. Good friends help each other.
Pincher wondered, is Veto really going to protect me? He looked at Bat's evil exterior creep walk his way closer until his black murder-1 sunglasses slowly leaned closer and closer until Pincher felt them touch the bridge of his nose.
Bat slid his right hand behind Pincher's head and applied pressure until Pincher tried to move and realized he couldn't. With his eyes hidden by black tint, he pinched harder. I vote torture and death.
Veto, No.
Bat, Does this cop know we can get to him from prison if he isn't our friend?
Veto, Yes!
For the first time in Pincher's life he realized how shallow he really was. He thought, the magnetic energy between these gangsters has been built up in a dog eat dog world and I've lived a pampered life with every thing handed to me, how do I handle this?
Bat had explained earlier to Veto that when a soft target feels his life hanging by a thread-and then its given back-all of a sudden gratitude and sympathy can be nurtured into loyalty. Kidnap syndrome.
Following Bat's earlier instructions Veto pulled out a bag of speed and shared it three ways. Veto went first then Bat, but Pincher got the biggest line to snort. Way too much for a rookie. As Pincher snorted it to fit in Veto knew his mind was ready to be guided any direction desired.
Bat sat next to Pincher on the couch, the same couch Veto had video taped Pincher shooting up his first shot of speed, and with remote in hand replayed it over and over. After the third time Bat acted like he just came up with an idea. Pincher you tell the Rampart Division you chased some gangster Crips selling crack into an alley and that is where you got ambushed.
Pincher looked to Veto, he was nodding his head in agreement. I like that. Pincher, who do you report to?
Lieutenant Sawyer. I can trick him with the Crip story, he's gullible.
Veto knew Sawyer from careful study. He was the division's sharpest tool. All the homeboys said he asked penetrating questions. He was street smart. For the next 20 minutes Pincher was grilled in preparation for the coming investigation.

Description: An excerpt from my novel. Pincher skidded to a halt and the front end of the Crown Vic cracked the garage door. He got out and marched to the front door and hammered a loud continuous knock. He yelled, Veto get your fucking ass over here! That whore Crystal set me up! Inside the house going over business Veto looked into his homeboy Bat's eyes and watched him acknowledge the sound of the police engine as it pulled up and voiced, It sounds like a cop. They heard the vehicle skid and the house shook with the impact. Bat popped up and ran for the backyard and Veto ran to the front door. At the peep hole Veto breathed a sigh of relief recognizing Pincher. His sigh disappeared, replaced by rage as he heard Pincher disrespecting his wife. He saw Bat's brown hair cropped low, then his steely brown eyes rushing Pincher from behind. Bat rushed in like a Navy Seal and caught the invader in mid knock around the neck in a choke hold and repeated knee chops to the back of the invader's legs at an angle until the invaders weight was only on the choke hold. Bat rushed his legs backward run dragging his adversary in a small circle until he held a limp unconscious body. Veto opened the front door and helped carry Pincher inside. They dragged him into the basement and Veto felt the pressure of the moment overwhelm his being. Pincher began to regain consciousness and started moaning. He started to crawl off the ground. Veto let him get up and said, My wife's name will never come out of your filthy mouth again! Bat watched Veto pounce. He threw the intruder into the wall and leaned into a barrage of right hand, left hand combinations until the intruder slumped back to the ground. Bat got into the action and both gangsters landed kicks and stomps to the again unconscious body. Veto kicked the back of Pincher's head, forcing his face into the wall and saw red. He flushed out images of Chuco's face in a violent outburst of therapy toward all that was wrong with this kind of life until he caught himself at the edge of death. He left Pincher hanging by a thread and stopped. He looked for Bat who must have run inside the house. Bat ran inside and thought, every fucking time I visit L.A from Riverside I'm putting in work! Next time I'm having the L.A Reps come to me! Veto watched Bat return with his container of acid and shook his head in the negative. We aren't killing this one brother. This is an undercover gang and narcotic cop. Bat looked at the task-force-gooners face. It was swollen and bloodied to the point it was unrecognizable. Youre right. We should just let him go so he can bring back a helicopter to watch 50 of his Task Force brothers and the S.W.A.T Teams surround this house. I thought this was supposed to be the Safe House no one knew about! Veto's poker face didn't show an emotion as he realized how out of control circumstances were. How did Pincher find this house? Bat asked, Have you ever used cell phones with G.P.S? I only use walkie-talkies. Do you have a G.P.S on any of your cars? Bat knew he had one in the Town Car and studied Veto's face in a gangster evaluation. Veto knew Bat knew he had G.P.S in the Town Car and admitted he did while sifting through to the exact moment he'd blown the residence. A day after he met Pincher he punched in an address to an Orange County destination to meet one of the most respected Mobsters in the organization. He was right up there with Topo and Bat. He was referred to as only S. Bat urged, Come on little brother. Let me help you put the fire out before it spreads! Veto ran it all down. Pincher woke up and realized the moaning noise he was hearing was coming from his mouth. He looked up at Veto and another Mexican. The other Mexican had a blue bandanna tied over his face just below the eyes that were covered by black sunglasses murder one style. Behind the gangsters Pincher saw a stockpile of weapons. He recognized a Ruger 10/22 rifle with a ten round rotary magazine, a .30 Caliber M-1 Carbine with a pistol grip and foldout stock, two A.K. 47 Assualt Rifles and a Heckler and Kock 9 mm Assault Rifle probably loaded with Glazer rounds. He watched Veto move the big screen T.V on rollers right in front of him. On the screen he watched himself shoot up his first shot of speed. Pincher felt his head ringing and his face swelling as the video ended. He started crying. Through his tears he studied the Mexican wearing the blue bandanna and felt the evilness, lack of sympathy and disgust radiating his way and thought, he wants me dead. I better say sorry! With his voice cracking and his chest heaving he groveled, Veto I'm sorry I disrespected your wife...I didn't know what I was doing, that speed fucked my head up! Bat had taken the leadership role with Veto to problem solve while Pincher was unconscious. The plan was to play bad gangster good gangster. Bat was going to stay true to his identity, a stone cold ruthless killer-Bad Gangster- and Veto was going to take Pincher's side-Good Gangster. Bat lived his part. I think we should give this rat an acid bath! Veto acted like he was deciding and went from staring into Pincher's eyes, to looking into Bat's like he was the shot-caller. No brother, Pincher is a good friend of mine. Good friends help each other. Pincher wondered, is Veto really going to protect me? He looked at Bat's evil exterior creep walk his way closer until his black murder-1 sunglasses slowly leaned closer and closer until Pincher felt them touch the bridge of his nose. Bat slid his right hand behind Pincher's head and applied pressure until Pincher tried to move and realized he couldn't. With his eyes hidden by black tint, he pinched harder. I vote torture and death. Veto, No. Bat, Does this cop know we can get to him from prison if he isn't our friend? Veto, Yes! For the first time in Pincher's life he realized how shallow he really was. He thought, the magnetic energy between these gangsters has been built up in a dog eat dog world and I've lived a pampered life with every thing handed to me, how do I handle this? Bat had explained earlier to Veto that when a soft target feels his life hanging by a thread-and then its given back-all of a sudden gratitude and sympathy can be nurtured into loyalty. Kidnap syndrome. Following Bat's earlier instructions Veto pulled out a bag of speed and shared it three ways. Veto went first then Bat, but Pincher got the biggest line to snort. Way too much for a rookie. As Pincher snorted it to fit in Veto knew his mind was ready to be guided any direction desired. Bat sat next to Pincher on the couch, the same couch Veto had video taped Pincher shooting up his first shot of speed, and with remote in hand replayed it over and over. After the third time Bat acted like he just came up with an idea. Pincher you tell the Rampart Division you chased some gangster Crips selling crack into an alley and that is where you got ambushed. Pincher looked to Veto, he was nodding his head in agreement. I like that. Pincher, who do you report to? Lieutenant Sawyer. I can trick him with the Crip story, he's gullible. Veto knew Sawyer from careful study. He was the division's sharpest tool. All the homeboys said he asked penetrating questions. He was street smart. For the next 20 minutes Pincher was grilled in preparation for the coming investigation.

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